Monday, January 28, 2008

Old Marx

Here's a great poem from the New Yorker, "Old Marx," by Adam Zagajewski, translated by Clare Cavanagh. My favorite lines:

He couldn’t concentrate, rewrote old work,
reread young Marx for days on end,
and secretly admired that ambitious author.

1 comment:

Brian Campbell said...

To me the final lines are the clinchers. (As I go off to beddy bye, I'll see if I see scarlet under my lids -- I suspect that may have to do with one's political persuasions, however.